SOMEWHERE IN MIRROR MIRROR LAND
she belts out a tune
into her pink hairbrush
he plays lead tennis racket
the mirror watches their every move
a bird listens on a tree outside
joins in every now and then
they are recording their songs
over Mum's BEST OF ABBA
it's better Mum doesn't know this
Dad bangs on the ceiling
with the sweeping brush
"Hey...that's quite niffty!"
later they grow up to be
Punk Goths they call themselves
PINK HAIRBRUSH AND A TENNIS RACKET
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 8:09 PM UTC
SOMEWHERE IN MIRROR MIRROR LAND
she belts out a tune
into her pink hairbrush
he plays lead tennis racket
the mirror watches their every move
a bird listens on a tree outside
joins in every now and then
they are recording their songs
over Mum's BEST OF ABBA
it's better Mum doesn't know this
Dad bangs on the ceiling
with the sweeping brush
"Hey...that's quite niffty!"
later they grow up to be
Punk Goths they call themselves
PINK HAIRBRUSH AND A TENNIS RACKET
